Winterwidow One Shots

Little Ballerina

Sweet blissful melodies murmured through the halls of the lower level of the Avengers tower. Curiosity got to Buck like a child at play. Hunting to figure out where that music was coming from. For gosh sakes it was late at night , who an earth could that be? As he walked down the dark corridor the music softly began to rise until he was met with a dark semi transparent glass wall. In the midst of the darkness a beautiful figure was moving elegantly to the music. Ever move as if it was a part of the song. Soul, body and melody as one. He stood there in complete awe struck. In the decades he had been alive he had no recollection of being so compelled by something that strangely made him feel safe. As the figure spun in a professional manner, Bucky recognised the fire tainted her. There was only one person he knew who had the ability to disappear in shadows with hair as beautifully bold as that. It was Natasha. His Natalia. His beloved. He never stopped loving Natalia but feared that the red room may have forced her to forget. He knew all to well the pain and suffering the widows had endured; his angel had endured. He did not want to take a chance that could cause her more harm. Especially when gazing at her presently she looks as tranquil as a swan. He smiled at her from a distance hidden from her line of sight, than left her alone to be at one with the music. Natasha was more alert than Bucky had deemed her to be. Happiness and sorrow emerged as he walked away. For she too had remembered him but believed hydra had brainwashed him to forget her. For she believed she was a monster underserving of love. Love is for children not elite assassins.